I didn't realized it soon. I don't even know why I act the way I do. I thought it was just the way I am. But then I realized I'm a chameleon, and chameleons don't have a way of beeing.
And then I thought I just Were.
But beeing is something overrated, so I gave up beeing something.
Then I thought "Why don't I search for something?". I was sure that something was missing, deep inside.
Well, nothing is missing. Perhaps I'm saying wrong, but... if I never had it, then how do I know it is missing? In fact, how can I possibly miss it, if I never had it?
Sometimes life's just easy. As easy as looking at the sky. But do we look at the sky? Well, perhaps we do, perhaps we don't.
And then everything gets messed up.
I messed up.
You messed up.
That guy messed up.
Your mother messed up.
Your dog messed up, and you're all complaining. I'm complaining as well, about things I don't even know.
And then I found love. And then it freaked me out.
Now, still, I'm afraid of it. Like a little chicken. Do you know why am I afraid of it? I don't either.
Then I thought I could look for life. It's meaning, and stuff. But you're all wearing masks, and I got nowhere to start. That is so absurd. You're all so absurd.
I found nothing else to speak or talk about, so life end's here.
I'm still looking for. I don't know what I'm looking for. But I'm still here. I'm still there.
Everything seems so out of my league.
